Ephemeral

When a barrel of alcohol had been rolled over to his table, the other patrons of the bar began staring. When Syryn started downing Demon's Kiss like water, a crowd had formed around their table. Word had gotten out that a crazy teenager was attempting to empty a barrel of Demon's Kiss and that caused a surge of patrons that came exclusively to watch Syryn drink.

"S'ryn are ya sure yer not dyin' from alcohol poisonin'?" Sebastian's worried voice penetrated the wall of an alcohol-induced fog that surrounded his mind. Under ordinary circumstances, he wouldn't have put himself in such a vulnerable position but Syryn had faith in Sebastian's ability to defend them both should the case arise.

"He shouldn't be drinking this much. Take him home, son." An older gentleman shook his head at the irresponsible behaviour that was being encouraged by the crowd.